Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.